On the first night of their contest, the father, Yan Han, was thoroughly outmatched by the little guy and eventually gave up and left the arena on his own!
For the first time, he felt that he was probably getting old. The frighteningly loud sound coming from the TV was almost too much for his heart to handle, and the chattering, jumping and shouting kids on the screen were making his eyes dizzy. Within minutes, his head was throbbing as if it were going to explode!
If these are his son's favorite things, then he has to admit that he can't bring himself to love them.
Yan Han, whose ears were ringing from the shock, finally covered his ears and fled in panic.
"Baby, Daddy's going to take a shower, do you want to come along?"
The little guy ignored his advice, intently watching the distorted images on the screen that made his head ache.
Yan Han said he was going to take a bath, but in reality, he went back to his study to call Qin Xiu and several other people who were in charge of investigating Zhu Qianying's whereabouts to find out the situation.
"Sir, not to mention recently, even the aviation and high-speed rail records of the past two years have not found any trace of his name."
The results of Qin Xiu's investigation were, as expected, within Yan Han's expectations.
For the past five years, he has been keeping a close watch on people so that he can receive news immediately whenever Zhu Qianying's name, or even Chen Jing's name, appears on the passenger list of a flight or high-speed train.
The name Zhu Qianying has never appeared in the past five years, while Chen Jing has appeared many times, but each time, it has only brought Yan Han disappointment.
Because those Chen Jings are just people with the same name, and are not Zhu Qianying's mother, Chen Jing.
"Yes, let's keep an eye on it."
"Okay, I've already sent you the tender document from this afternoon. If you need to continue the unfinished meeting later, just let me know, and I'll be responsible for getting people involved."
Having followed Yan Han for so many years, Qin Xiu naturally knew that the boss never put off today's work until tomorrow.
The other executives were also aware of this, so they were all prepared that the meeting interrupted by the young master at noon would be made up in the evening.
Qin Xiu, who had already mentally prepared himself, heard his master say, "No, everyone should get a good rest tonight, and we'll continue tomorrow at noon."
Before Qin Xiu could react, he heard his master ask him, "Do you usually play with your son and daughter when you're at home?"
Qin Xiu got married the year after Yan Han. Half a year after their marriage, she gave birth to her eldest daughter, and the following year, she gave birth to her second son. Now, her eldest daughter is over three years old and her second son is two years old.
"Of course! Sometimes I'm exhausted at work, but when I get home, my daughter and son grab me and treat me like an ox. You'd never understand that kind of suffering!"
Yan Han quickly imagined Qin Xiu crawling on his hands and feet like an ox, with two little kids sitting on his back, waving small leather whips. Just thinking about that scene made him feel miserable.
It seems that compared to Qin Xiu's two unruly kids, their own little darling is actually quite good.
It is often said that there is no harm without comparison.
But in reality, there is no happiness without comparison.
After comparing himself to Qin Xiu, Yan Han felt that he was actually quite happy now!
Of course, we have to leave out the wife!
When this question was raised, Yan Han sighed silently again.
He never imagined that there would be such a day, that there would be someone he thought was insignificant, whose mere name could become a pain he could not touch!
The others, like Qin Xiu, didn't find any useful information at all.
The man in his thirties remains an even greater mystery.
After finishing the call, Yan Han didn't dare linger in the study as usual, because the little guy was still in the living room.
He needs to check on the little guy's mood; if he's okay, he might be able to get some information out of him.
Yan Han returned to the living room, but the little guy had already turned off the TV and was curled up on the sofa reading a book.
Yan Shao went over to take a look and discovered that the little guy was reading a fairy tale book in pure English.
"Son, can you understand it?"
His suspicions, unsurprisingly, earned him a glare from Young Master Yan.
"You attend a foreign language kindergarten?"
But in reality, even in a purely foreign language kindergarten, the level of knowledge would not be able to reach the level of the little guy. Of course, Yan Han is now firmly convinced that his son can understand all the contents of the book, and is not just pretending to be cultured.
The little guy shook his head, "No!"
"No?" Yan Han didn't understand for a moment what his son's concise answer meant.
Only then did he truly understand the feeling of wanting to punch someone when they were talking to him.
"I didn't go to kindergarten!" The little guy seemed to be in a really good mood, and even went on to explain in more detail.
"Can you understand it?" In Yan Han's mind, learning to read and write is something that must be done in school. Even if you are a genius, you still need a suitable place to be nurtured and developed.
"Mommy, teach me! Are you stupid?" The young master was indeed in a good mood, but along with his good mood came his sharp tongue!
Yan Han himself basically did not go through a self-study stage. When he was a child, his parents did not have much time to take care of him. Before he was ten years old, he spent most of his time living with his grandparents in Beijing. The two grandparents were people who believed in traditional education. Therefore, although he skipped grades, his studies were always completed in school.
What did your mom teach you?
It was only when this was brought up that Yan Han realized he actually didn't understand Zhu Qianying at all.
All he knew was that she had also skipped grades, so she graduated from university at the age of eighteen.
She consistently achieved excellent grades and was the student council president in college...
But all of this was learned from informational materials. As for understanding gained through interaction, it was practically nonexistent.
So when his son mentioned Zhu Qianying, he became very curious.
Even if he can't see her, hearing about her daily life and past might temporarily soothe his heart, which has been empty and parched for five years.
"Teach them all!"
Well, just as Yan Han was looking forward to hearing more gossip about Zhu Qianying, Yan Xiaoye reverted to his concise speaking style.
Yan Han didn't get the answer he wanted. Recalling his conversation with Qin Xiu and the others, he carefully glanced at the young master's expression. It seemed that he was in a good mood.
"Baby, who delivered you to the courier company?"
That handsome man in his thirties was like a fishbone stuck in Yan Han's throat, neither going up nor down, causing him great discomfort.
“An uncle!” the young man replied, still looking down at his book, seemingly not caring much.
Yan Han was secretly delighted. It seemed that getting something out of the little guy was not difficult at all.
"Baby, that uncle, could he be...your mommy's friend?"
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